one sky since the appalachian and the plains of majesty and mississippi and colorado works their way to the sea, thank the work of our hands. finishing one more report for the boss on time, stitching another wound or uniform, the first brush stroke on a portrait or the last floor on the freedom tower jutting in to the sky that yields to our resilience. one sky, toward which we sometimes lift our eyes, tired from work, some days guessing at the weather of our lives, some days giving thanks for a love that loves you back. sometimes praising a mother who knew how to give or forgiving a father who couldn't give what you wanted. we head home through the rain and weight of snow or the plum blush of dusk but always, always home, always under one sky our sky and always one moon like a silent drum tapping on every rooftop and every window of one country, all of us facing the stars, hope a new constellation waiting for us to map it. waiting for us to name it together. [ applause ] >> richard blanco you can go to the "newshour" website for the interview that aired last week. very fascinating fe